"You murdered the former Pope and colluded with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, fathering a sinful child born of a human and a Soul Beast. Those two crimes alone are enough to drag you before the Angel God Statue in Spirit Hall and make you kowtow and beg forgiveness!" Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan sneered. It was obvious he had no intention of reaching an agreement with Tang San.
Today, he was determined to take this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast and Su Yun, whose veins ran with the tainted blood of a Soul Beast, back to Pope Palace to face the angels' judgment!
"You wouldn't listen when I tried talking to you nicely. If I could make Qian Xunji die, I can make you die too!" Tang Hao's voice was as cold as a frozen pool. An invisible ripple spread from his body, and then he took a step toward Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Buzz!
A Yellow Soul Ring expanded beneath his feet like ripples on a lake.
Tang Hao continued walking, taking seven more steps. With every step, another brilliant Soul Ring spread out.
When he took his eighth step, eight Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black—hovered in the sky, radiating terrifying pressure. The sheer force made Chrysanthemum Douluo's body tremble instinctively, despite his status as a Titled Douluo.
Even after Tang Hao had taken his eighth step, his legs didn't stop. He lifted one again and took a final step.
Boom!
A brilliant, blood-red light stabbed into Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan's eyes. The red rapidly grew larger in his vision, becoming a massive Soul Ring that encircled Tang Hao. Its immense power seemed to change the color of the heavens and earth; even the Soul Power between heaven and earth fell into chaos.
"Just as expected of a Soul Ring